This one's actually gonna be on their honeymoon, because I kinda go into the most interesting part of the wedding in this.
With a mighty kick of the door, Alfred carried his new 'bride' into a nice hotel room.
"I've always wanted to do that." He said and put Arthur down. The pair picked up the big luggage bags and stored them in a corner of the huge room. Once the chore was done, Arthur took Alfred into his arms and looked up into his beautiful blue eyes.
"So what do you want to do now?" Arthur said.
"Well, you haven't been home in so long, I bet you want to go explore the towns. So that's what I want to do." Alfred replied.
"Okay then, where to first?"
They went to see many things; the Tower Bridge, Big Ben, St. Paul's Cathedral, and Buckingham Palace. Many pictures were taken, (mostly of Arthur against his will or them kissing with whatever attraction they went to see behind them in the background.) and despite all of Alfred's overly excited actions, Arthur was over joyed that he got to come back to his homeland.
Alfred had an awesome time seeing all the beautiful architecture and getting great pictures with his IPhone. Though Arthur wouldn't ever admit he was even happier to be there than Alfred, the American knew it was true.
"Hey, Artie why aren't you stoked? I mean, this place is gorgeous! Show a little emotion other than annoyance."
"I'm ecstatic, really, but we've been almost everywhere in one day. We're going to be in London for a while so we don't have to cram everything in our schedules."
"I guess you're right, hey how 'bout we head back to the hotel?" Alfred said, intertwining his fingers with Arthur's.
"Sounds good." Arthur could feel the new wedding bands rub against each other.
Once they made their way to the room, Alfred looked through all the pictures he had taken and Arthur ran himself a shower. Alfred slid his finger across the screen to see all the images in his gallery; he smiled at every single one of them. When the pictures of the day were all seen, the phone showed him pictures from the wedding. These pictures hadn't been taken by him, because most of them were of him somewhere in the shot. He scrolled through these, since he hadn't seen them yet.
He had his arm around the shoulder of his brother, laughing loudly.
He was bending down to dance with a little child with a huge smile on both of their faces.
Arthur was dancing around with a child, too.
Arthur with a bunch of family and friends laughing, with him in the middle.
Alfred with friends and family laughing.
Someone took a picture of the newly married couple kissing.
Arthur's hand over the camera, but you could still see him with an annoyed expression and Alfred laughing his head off.
A video came up of Arthur and Alfred's first dance, which Alfred watched.
Alfred carrying Arthur down the aisle; like a princess. I remember getting slapped on the way to the reception for doing that, ha ha worth it.
Another video; Arthur walking down the aisle to the alter meeting with Alfred, vows being exchanged, and the first kiss they shared officially as Arthur and Alfred Jones.
"Alfred! You can take your shower now." Arthur called from the shower. He walked into the living room in pajamas drying his hair with a towel on his head.
Alfred returned his phone to the home screen and set it down on the table. "Gotcha!" he said and gave Arthur a chaste kiss and walked to take his shower. After a thorough cleaning, Alfred came out of the bathroom and saw Arthur sitting on the bed in front of him.
Arthur was turned to the window that had a view of a shining city. He had one of his arms wrapped around his knees, the other arm's elbow was on a knee but the hand was holding a chocolate-dipped strawberry. Next to him on the bed, was a bowl of chocolate-coated strawberries.
Once he heard Alfred get out of the bathroom, he turned his head to look at the American and gave a sensual smirk. "Lovely view isn't it?" he said and took a seductive bite out of the chocolaty fruit. He licked up the excessive juices it left on his lips.
Alfred smirked and said, "Don't tempt me with chocolate." He walked over and turned Arthur to his attention. Alfred put his hand on either side of his British husband and situated himself between his legs. The said Brit then took a strawberry, licked it all over and held it in front of Alfred's mouth. Alfred sucked it for a second then took a bite just as sexy as Arthur did earlier. Arthur chuckled adorably and reached for another strawberry. This time, he drew a trail of chocolate from his jaw line to where it would meet his pajamas, in which Alfred was more than happy to lick up. He unbuttoned his shirt and trailed the strawberry to his navel, then lowered himself for his back to be on the bed. Alfred ran his tongue down the sweet line and gave Arthur's belly button extra licks because he knew Arthur was ticklish.
"HAHAHA…Alfred stop it! AHAHAHA!" Arthur cried.
"Hey, you did it to yourself. I told you don't tempt me with chocolate, you just had to put it there." Alfred said, continuing to torture him.
Arthur pulled his husband up by his face and gave him a deep kiss to stop from all the tickling. Alfred moved his hand to the back of Arthur's head and his tongue demanded access into the mouth he was kissing. Arthur opened his mouth enough for the needy tongue to wiggle into and meet his own. When the kiss was broken, sapphire eyes stared deeply into emerald ones.
"Hey, Artie, guess what." Alfred said.
"Mmm, what?" Arthur smiled.
"I looked up some British phrases before we came here."
"Really now?"
"Ya, like bloody hell and git"
"Those are things I say all the time, it doesn't count."
"Wait, it gets better," he lowered his head to Arthur's ear. "Chin wag."
To some, those words would be so insignificant, but to Arthur it seemed the words didn't even go to his ears they went straight to his pants. He inhaled sharply and wrapped one arm around Alfred's shoulder and the other hand was gripping still wet blonde hair.
"Say something else!" Arthur writhed.
"Codswallop,"
"Oh god!"
"Gobsmacked,"
"Fuck!"
"Luvvly-jubbly,"
"Uhn!"
"Rumpy pumpy."
"Holy shit!" Arthur rolled Alfred onto his back, removed his own pants, and straddled him. He wanted to kiss the lips that made the sexy comments, but he also wanted more to come out of them. It was strange for words he'd heard for most of life have this kind of effect on him now.
"Alfred, please,"
"Yes?" Alfred said as smug as he could.
Arthur started kissing Alfred's neck, moving slowly down. "Talk British to me, baby."
"Don't be such a slapper, Artie." Alfred started talking in a British accent to please his lover even more. Arthur took his erection in his hands and started stroking himself, his eyes urging Alfred to continue talking.
"Aww c'mon, poppet. My todger is feeling a bit neglected!" Alfred said and took off the towel wrapped around his waist; unleashing his 'soldier' to be at full attention. Alfred then took Arthur's dick in his hands, while Arthur inserted his fingers into his hole. Once he deemed himself stretched enough to fit the hardened cock inside himself, he sat down until Alfred was completely consumed in him.
"Keep talking, love" Arthur said with half-opened eyes and started slowly rocking on top of Alfred.
"Shit, I thought we've had great sex before but this one takes the biscuit." Arthur quickened his pace and so did Alfred's pumping on the other's member. "Ugh, Elastoplast… draughts…blighty…cagoule!" he said, evenly spaced out with his thrusts. No doubt both of them would be climaxing soon. With all the ecstasy they created in the air, they didn't notice the bowl of strawberries spread everywhere in the sheets.
"Say one more thing, and I'll- "
"C-O-L-O-U-R!"
Arthur then released his seed all over Alfred's stomach, Alfred released inside Arthur right after. Arthur pulled Alfred out of him and rested his head on his chest. Heavy panting, and sweat-drenched the pair couldn't help but look at each other and laugh. Partly for the fact that they could get turned on by just saying random words, and partly for that they just could finished with just the way a word was spelled. Alfred started with a big laugh then ended with a sigh and looked over to the other side.
"Aw, crap." He had lost his entire British accent.
"What?" Arthur said, looking up to Alfred.
"The hotel's maid is gonna be pi-ssed." He said when he saw a bowl upside down and chocolate spread into the sheets. He looked down to Arthur, and the two started snickering again.
-Two Years Later-
Alfred was sprawled across the couch watching whatever Emma wanted to watch.
Emma was about 5 years old, according to her paperwork from the orphanage. So pretty much all she wanted to watch was SpongeBob, My little Pony, and Adventure Time. She was snuggled into Alfred's chest but her eyes never left the screen. Nothing was cuter than when she thought a joke they told was hilarious and she would laugh the most adorable laugh ever. So cute it would almost always make Alfred laugh along.
Arthur could see his family over the counter from the kitchen, where he was cooking dinner.
Emma turned to face Alfred and put her hands on his pecks, like what she was about to say was the most important thing in the world. "Daddy, I'm gonna go put on my Doctor Who jammies and we can watch it!"
"Okay, go ahead, and I'll get it ready for you." Alfred said and Emma jumped off the couch into the direction of the bedrooms.
Arthur put a hand on his heart and continued stirring whatever was in his pot. "I'm so proud." He said wiping away a pretend tear.
"Ha ha. You're so funny." Alfred said and paused the recording of Doctor Who to walk over to Arthur. He wrapped his arms around the British man's waist, and took a deep inhale of the cooking food. "It smells… horrible."
"Oh so now you're funny, huh?" Arthur said turning around and wrapping his arms around Alfred's neck.
"I only work with whatcha give me." He chuckled and gave Arthur a kiss.
"Hey, Daddies. What's this?" said Emma. Alfred and Arthur turned their attention to Emma, wearing her onesie that was covered in tardises, holding up what looked like a maid outfit.
Both of their eyes went really big and they yelled in unison, "EMMA!" which the little girl started running around the house laughing up a storm, with her parents chasing after her in attempt to get the outfit away from her.
Hahahahaha this chapter had me laughing the whole time XD Especially colour.
Seriously, those are really not things you want to whisper in your lover's ear, it'd totally turn off the mood. Can you imagine trying to get freaky with someone and their all like 'band-aids' haha, that would be weird. On another note; why does a 5 year old like Doctor Who so much, she' 5, oh well.
This is the last chapter of Role Playing Games, I hope you liked it. I know I liked writing it. For those of you who left reviews and favorites and for those who read it fully: YOU'RE AWESOME AND DON'T LET ANYONE TELL YOU DIFFERENTLY!
Oh ya and I don't own Hetalia nor the characters, just the story.
